Novel & Cerita Too Late Colleen Hoover

She'd expected the PI to give her a hard time or at least refer her to Levi. "Okay, let's see this," she murmured as she accessed the file and opened up a PowerPoint presentation to plot out Colleen's timeline. For two hours, Natalie lost herself in Seth's detailed notes on the case and the report from the doctor in Smiths Town. By the time she pushed her laptop away, she was still no closer to the truth, but she had a starting point. October 28th. The last known day Colleen was seen alive. Natalie rummaged through her purse for her phone and called Emily. Her friend sounded pretty pickled when she picked up after a couple of rings.

“You need to move on with your own life.” There was a long silence on the other end of the line. It lasted so long I thought he hung up on me. “After the day you said my mother wasn’t happy, I returned to my old house and found all her photo albums.” His voice was hoarse. “From the time she married into the Wright family at twenty, until her death at forty-five, across more than two thousand photographs, she was never truly smiling. It was always that perfect, polite smile, with a vacant gaze.”

Not Nathan’s penthouse, I found that place cold and distant now. The call came late that night. Vivian—a table girl at the Elite casino. Also, my friend. Her voice sounded hesitant. “Emily… check social media. There’s a post. A new account.” My stomach dropped. I opened the app. Searched. Found it. A newly created account. One photo. Nathan, in his tuxedo, standing beside a woman in white. Chloe. The caption: You are mine forever. I stared. My vision blurred. I told myself to breathe, to be rational. But it was hard.

"Stop mentioning her! She's full of lies! Cyrus was just fine, so how could he have suddenly gotten into an accident? "It's all just a ploy to get my attention!" Chelsea's voice was filled with concern as she asked, "Still, wouldn't it be better to give them a call? What if something really did happen to them?" At that, Niall impatiently picked up his phone and called someone from the same medical department as him. Moments later, he nearly crushed his phone tightly as he spat, "I told you that woman was lying! There were no accident victims who arrived at the hospital today!

"I'm looking for someone important. Get me all the security footage after 8:40 pm tonight." The manager looked troubled. "Mr. Quade, this is Mr. Cohen's property. I'm afraid—" "I've talked to him. Call him to confirm if you don't believe me, but before that, please let me access your control room." Despite sounding cool, Wilson came across as authoritative. "Please lead the way." "Sure." Wilson followed the manager to the control room. At the same time, he sent his men to search the hall. Justin, realizing the gravity of the situation, followed him.

He wanted me to save her. Just like all the other times, he wanted me to solve the problems his little sweetheart created. While he stayed hidden, playing the innocent bystander. I slowly walked up the stairs. "Stop it," I said, stepping between them. My voice was calm. "Oh, the future Luna has arrived," the lead woman sneered. "Elara, do you know this bitch stole your—" "I know," I cut her off, my eyes fixed on Selena. "But now is not the time to deal with this."

Unfortunately, a piece of news that could shake Helso's branch to its core slid into the air before he and his team could breathe a sigh of relief. "HQ has found the mystery killer! The photo's already sent out to every branch!" The branch was shaken, and Orion came closer for a good look. He'd heard about the killings, but he wasn't involved with the investigation. After all, he had been in seclusion until very recently. Soon, a photo appeared before them. It had captured part of the killer's face. When they enlarged it, the killer's face came into clear view. The killer… was Zeke Carter.

"Who?" "The woman who just left. The one I saw walking out of your office." I turned from the window, keeping my expression carefully neutral. "A business associate. Her name is Aurora Vance." "Business associate." Selene's eyebrow arched. "Is that all?" "That's all." She walked closer, her heels clicking against the stone floor. She was beautiful, and I knew that. Objectively so, with her golden hair perfect features and body that she'd spent years shaping into something desirable.

"My father pretty much confirmed it. But I can't figure out what the damn payments were for. They weren't for escorts. No escort is worth three-quarters of a million." Tim whistled, and Austin couldn't tell if he was impressed or outraged. "Did you ask what's-her-name? That hotel heiress?" Angelo asked. "Colleen Van Holt, you mean," said Tim. "Yeah, yeah! Her! She used to be part of Dreams, right?" "I don't think it's right to involve Colleen in this. She's left that life behind her," Austin said. "We're not involving her in anything. We're simply looking for answers, that's all," Angelo clarified.